Friday, 25 May 2012

wholeheartedly

Nobody can play with your heart. It’s yours, you own it, you can do whatever you want with it. That’s the one thing nobody can imprison. They can lock me in a prison, put me in a box, throw me in the ocean but they can’t control my heart. That’s mine. So if you get inside that heart and clean it out and throw away all the trash and the garbage outta there. Throw the lies and misconceptions and prejudice and just give it all up and say, you know what?, I BELONG TO GOD and say “GOD GUIDE ME

Yusuf Estes (via proudmuslimaa)

Saturday, 19 May 2012

mind giving me a hug?



Sometimes when life happens, you often wonder why it happened the way it did. Sometimes, it might tore you down, made you cry yourself to your sleep, maybe even made you lose your faith for a little while. Yeah, people could offer you one or two kind words but none of those words can fix you. I wonder, maybe in times like this, people don't really need comfort or kind words. Maybe all we need when our world is falling apart is a pair of hands to give us a big bear hug. Maybe that way, our pain will lessen. But oh well, this is just my theory. But hey, there's nothing wrong to put that theory to a test now, shall we? :)

you never really can fix me



Fix a Heart by Demi Lovato

It's probably what's best for you
I only want the best for you
And if I'm not the best
Then you're stuck.

I tried to sever ties
And I ended up with wounds to bind
Like you're pouring salt in my cuts

And I just ran out of band aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart.

Even now I know what's wrong
How could I be so sure
If you never say what you feel.

I must have held your hand so tight
You didn't have the will to fight
I guess you needed more time to heal.

Baby I just ran out of band aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart.

You must be a miracle worker
Swearing up and down you can fix
What's been broken
Please don't get my hopes up
Baby tell me how could you be so cruel.

It's like you're putting salts in my cuts.


Baby I just ran out of band aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart.

You never really can fix my heart.


Thursday, 17 May 2012

move forward

How to be Alone by Tanya Davis


If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you've not been alone much or if when you were, you weren't okay with it, then just wait. You'll find it's fine to be alone once you're embracing it.

We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You're not supposed to talk much anyway so it's safe there.

There's also the gym. If you're shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in. 

And there's public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there's prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you're hanging out with your breath seeking peace and salvation. 

Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid being alone principles. 

The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they-- like you -- will be alone. 

Resist the urge to hang out with your cellphone. 

When you are comfortable with eat, lunch, and run, take yourself out to dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You're no less intriguing a person when you're eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were. 

Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community. And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor 'till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one's watching.....because they're probably not. And, if they are, assume it is best with of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you're sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life's best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.


Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there're always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might've never happened had you not been there by yourself

Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.

You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one's in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.

Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school's groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. 'Cause if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.

It's okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can't think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.

And it doesn't mean you're not connected, that communitie's not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. take silence and respect it. if you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. if your family doesn't get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don't obsess about it.

You could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

missing puzzle piece


And so I told them that if you have someone who loves you, you're lucky....

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

among the clouds

I miss the girl who had dreams in her head. I miss the girl who believes she can own the world one day. I miss the girl who writes words after words, without caring what anyone would say or think. I miss the girl who had one goal in her life and is not afraid to pursue it. I miss the girl who had dreams in her head, dreams in her heart. I miss her, I miss me. 



Day by day goes on with me questioning myself: What is my purpose in this life? I lived day by day, going with the flow. But, is this the right flow that I am following? Or am I just following other people's flow? Somewhere in those growing up years, I have lost myself. I have lost my dreams. I am after all, just a normal girl. 

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

listening to the beat


I see you. You see me. I like you. You like me. We live happily ever after. Easy, right?

WRONG!